Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger sat on a couch watching TV, accompanied by a huge tub of ice cream. They were watching The Bachelor with great enthusiasm.

"Hermione, look at her! I bet she's going to start crying- yup. Boo hoo, oh, this was so unexpected! I can't believe you want to marry me!"

Hermione laughed as she watched Ginny pretend to faint. "It would be kind of cool to be on one of these episodes though."

Ginny looked up, shocked. "You're married to my brother and you want to be on The Bachelor?"

"Well, maybe not me, but you."

"Me! Hermione, the only reason I would be on this show is if it was someone I knew from Hogwarts was the Bachelor."

"Oh come on! It would be fun. Can I enter you, please Ginny? Look, they're showing how you can enter right now. All you do is send in some information about yourself and see if you qualify."

"I don't know. What if the guy is totally mean? Then again, what if I fall in love with him and he doesn't pick me?"

"How could any guy not like you?"

Ginny slumped back into he pillows, staring at the broomstick commercial. "Harry didn't."

Hermione put a comforting hand on Ginny's shoulder. "None of us has seen him since we left Hogwarts. I know this has been hard for you, but you're twenty years old! I think it's time you moved on."

Ginny bit her lip. "You're right Hermione I'll go for it. It's time that I move on. But- I'm not sure Ron would like it."

Hermione waved a hand. "It's not like Ron would ever watch this kind of reality show. This is our thing."

Then, smiling, both girls started to fill out Ginny's entry card.

One month later

Ginny sat in her room reading a muggle magazine when a strange owl landed on her window sill. Frowning slightly, Ginny let the owl inside where it landed on her bedpost, leg outstretched. The parchment was a creamy white with a red ribbon. When Ginny opened it, she read:

Dear Ginevra Weasley,

We have looked over your entry form carefully and have decided that you will be perfect to take part in The Bachelor. A limo will arrive at your flat on the 3rd. Please wear formal clothing and pack enough clothing for at least a month.

Sincerely,

Silvia Bredford, producer of The Bachelor

Ginny smiled. She had made it! The limo was coming in three days. Three days to get ready.

The three days flew by fast, and before Ginny knew it, she was sitting in a limo on her way to the mansion home where the show was to be filmed. Her stomach was twisted in nots as she adjusted theankle length black halter dress Hermione had picked out. It was snug fitting and slightly uncomfortablewith the slit up the side, but Ginny had other things to worry about. Like who the Bachelor was going to be.

"We're almost there hon.," the driver suddenly said. "I'm warning you now, as soon as you get out, there will be cameras filming you. You will greet the bachelor at the door and walk into the foyer. Got it?"

Ginny nodded, taking out a mirror to check her make-up one last time. She quickly put it away when the limo started to slow in front of the house. Taking a deep breath, Ginny put on a smile as she stepped out of the car.

The driver was totally right. There were cameras watching her from every angle. She just smiled and waved, walking up the steps to the door. Standing there in front of her was the Bachelor.

Ginny paused for a moment. Something was familiar about the man standing in front of her. He had dark black hair that grew about an inch and a half past his ears, and a good body structure. But it was his eyes that did it. There was only one person in the world that had eyes as green as that.

"Harry?" Ginny asked startled. Over the years Ginny had day dreamed about meeting Harry once again. But none of them were one bit like this.

Harry's mouth was slightly open as he looked her up and down. All the while, the camera men were moving in close to catch their words. "Ginny? Is-is that you?" His tone was surprised and nervous. Ginny didn't have time to answer as one of the bodyguards next to Harry pulled her inside.

There were about nineteen women inside the foyer all talking about the same thing. Harry Potter is the Bachelor? The Harry Potter? Ginny nervously made her way to the very back of the room and sat down on one of the couches.

She almost felt like she was going to be sick. This was not supposed to happen. She was here to forget about Harry, not start to love him again! "Bloody hell," she whispered softly.

All through Hogwarts Ginny had really liked Harry, maybe even loved. However, she remained Ron's little sister. After Harry graduated, he had said something about taking a break after destroying Voldemort. That was the last Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had seen of him.

"I guess I have no choice. I mean, I'm on TV so I have to continue if he picks me. Who knows, he might have changed in three years. I know I have. I'm not a sixteen year-old girl anymore."

Sighing in a relieved sort of way, Ginny looked around. There were about twenty-four girls in the room now. Harry would soon come in to spend twenty minutes with the group and pick the twelve he liked best at the rose ceremony.

After about five more minutes, some women in a navy blue skirt suit came into the view and introduced herself as Sylvia. "Harry, our bachelor, will now come into the room for twenty minutes. Just be your selves and he will too." Then she opened the door and Harry walked in.

Ginny was glad that she was standing in the back of the room, but before long all the girls were surrounding Harry. Shaking her head, Ginny walked over to the window, letting the cool breeze sooth her nerves.

It really was a beautiful sight, the grounds of the mansion stretching far out. She stood there for a while, listening to the girls swarming around Harry, trying to impress them the best they could. "This is so pathetic," she thought miserably. "What's the point? Even if I was to go up there, he wouldn't remember what I said due to the girls asking so many questions."

Ginny turned around to see Harry sitting down on one of the couches having a conversation with several of the girls who had managed to sit next to them. Sighing silently, Ginny turned back to the window.

She was just thinking about how stupid this was when something interrupted her thoughts. Are you okay? Ginny jumped. Why did she just think that? She was fine, just a little annoyed. Starting to twirl her glossy hair with her finger, it came again. Long time no see. What was going on?

Was it Harry? Turning her head, she saw that Harry seemed too preoccupied. It couldn't be him. She spent the next fifteen minutes waiting for the voice in her head to speak, but stopped when Sylvia opened the door. "It's time girls."

Some of the girls groaned or pouted, but Ginny stood up and was the first through the door. Standing with her arms crossed, she watched as Harry passed her and stood in front of the crowd of girls. Sylvia handed him twelve blood-red roses. With a pained expression on his face, Harry began a small speech.

"Though only twelve of you may stay, the rest of you must go home along with my thanks for coming." He picked up the first red rose.

"Donna Stevens." Donna walked up smiling, took the rose and left through a door next to Sylvia.

"Meredith Goshwirp." A girl with striking blonde hair, perfectly manicured nails, and a tiny almost see-through dress strut up to Harry. Ginny was throughly disgusted with the Barbie's behavior that she almost didn't notice when Harry called her name.

Walking up silently, she gave Harry a small smile and gently took the rose. She was actually surprised that Harry had chosen her. She didn't even talk to him so how did he know anything about her? He was going to get a surprise himself when he actually got to know her.

Ginny stood with Donna and Meredith as the other lucky girls filed into the room followed by Sylvia. "Okay girls, well done. Tomorrow in groups of four, you and Harry are going to go on randomly chosen dates. You may not go tomorrow, but perhaps the next day. Okay, follow the guards to your assigned rooms."

Ginny was in room number seventy three with two girls named Vanessa and Tamara. Both girls went to sleep immediately, but Ginny wasn't tired. Pulling on her favorite silk pajamas and a bath robe, Ginny climbed out the window, down the vines.

It was a still night, the moon shining through the few clouds that were in the black sky. Ginny walked through the grass until she flopped down on her back to look up at the stars. This was one good thing about staying here. The view was fantastic.

Ginny almost wished she had brought her broom outside. It would feel wonderful to fly among the stars. Ginny was a fabulous flyer and even played as a reserve chaser for the Tornadoes. She smiled slightly as she remembered that she had brought her Tornadoes robes with her as a reminder of what she loved.

A cracking sound someway behind her made Ginny sit up. The outline of a man was making his way through the gardens. Could it be Harry? Standing up, Ginny crept behind a tree and out of sight. Not wanting to be with Harry alone after all these years, Ginny took the long way around to the vines under her window.

Maybe later she would be able to ask him where he had gone. Maybe then she would be able to see how much he had changed or even stayed the same.

A/N: What do you think? This has nothing to do with the HBP story line. Please R&R